My Dead Language

I’ve never been much of nothing

I’ve never been much of nothing

When this was there and that was up

I have let my own shadow

Cover me in darkness

Even a good life can go unnoticed

A grand life can live unsung

I feel unknown to everything good and warm

Once I was here

Once I was present

When I learned a moment – a word –

Can break you apart piece by piece

Never whole again

You learn to manage

You learn a new way to live

It’s not about the going,

It’s all about the give

JBW

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